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The Templar Crisis

Jordan was glad to be leaving the chantry, glad that the task to save the brother was over. She wished she could have gotten more coin for her troubles, but she also understood, and perhaps should have even expected it. Sebastian may have been a prince, but he was a brother of the Chantry first. The post had come from the Chanters' Board, which meant if she did get any coin, it would be a small amount.
She sighed as she began walking away from Sebastian, glancing at her sister who seemed to not be able to take her eyes away from him. Jordan couldn't deny that he was good-looking. In fact, he was a lot better looking than most of the brothers in the Chantry she had seen. She couldn't believe, however, that Bethany had him bless them. It was something Jordan couldn't stand, then to have Sebastian suggest she come to the chantry more for contemplation. Her attitude toward the Chantry was slight. Never did she really find herself truly devoted, just an Andrastian who tolerated the faith. Growing up, they rarely went to a sermon, mostly because they were on the run, and hiding the two apostate mages in their family. Going to a chantry was the last thing they needed. Templars were there, and if they found out either Malcolm or Bethany were mages, then they would be captured and sent straight to the Circle. Only Leandra would go to a sermon when she could, sometimes dragging Jordan and Carver along. It wasn't something either of them wanted to do, but their mother would insist. Jordan hated going to sermons, and every time she would attend one, she would always find herself mad at the end, hating the Chantry even more. It seemed as if every sermon preached about the evils of magic, and why it needed to be contained within the Circles. Andraste strove to make the world a better place, but was it really better when children were ripped from their mother's skirts just because they had magic?
Bethany soon took her eyes from Sebastian and looked to the large statue of the Maker at the back of the chantry. She smiled at seeing it. Out of the three Hawke siblings, Bethany was the most religious. Jordan knew this, and knew that was probably one of the reasons why she wanted the blessing. Even though she rarely attended sermons, or visited a chantry, Bethany seemed to find more peace from it than Jordan could. Jordan didn't really understand why, considering she was a mage, but her sister was a more peaceful person. Despite their protests, in Lothering, Bethany would go to the chantry every now and then. Jordan wasn't exactly sure what she did there, but she did know there was a lay sister there, by the name of Leliana, who Bethany seemed to be close to. Perhaps that's when she started to become close to the Maker, learning from the lay sister, and seeing that the faith wasn't as barbaric as Jordan thought it was.
Jordan had stopped in order to allow her sister to do what she needed before they could leave. The others waited as well. Some, such as Varric and Anders, looked to want to get out of there just as much as Jordan, but Aveline seemed to stop and pray just as Bethany was.
As Jordan waited, she happened to notice a woman walk into the chantry. She was in distress, her face red and streaked with tears. She walked slowly through the chantry, looking around before she stopped at the altar Sebastian was at and dropped to her knees. Once there, she started crying, both hands covering her face.
“My child, what is wrong?” said Sebastian once he saw her. He bent down to her level and placed an arm about her shoulder.
The woman looked through her hands at him, eyes bloodshot and swollen. “I don't know what to do,” she sobbed.
“Tell me about your troubles, and then we'll pray to the Maker for guidance.”
“It's my brother,” she choked. “He's gone missing. I-I can't find him and no one will help me.”
“What happened?”
“He... he's a templar recruit, and I know when they become recruits, templars don't see their families for a long time, but he's always written to me every day. It's been several days now since I got a letter, I... I don't know what to do. I want to find him... Know he's okay.”
“I'm sure that he is,” said Sebastian. “But let us pray to the Maker for guidance, and perhaps He shall show us the way. Tell me, what is your name, and your brother's?”
“It's Macha. And my brother is Keran.”
As Macha and Sebastian knelt in front of the altar, Varric nudged Jordan and gestured in their direction. She knew what he meant, and she cautiously made her way to the pair. “Excuse me. I didn't mean to overhear your conversation, but I think I might be able to help.”
Macha blinked her eyes open as she stared up at Jordan. “Who are you?”
“Jordan Hawke. And if you wish, I will go and search for your brother.”
“You would go and look for him?” Macha stood, and Jordan could see the woman had been crying for a very long time. Her eyes were so red and puffy, she was probably unable to produce anymore tears.
“Tell me about him, and why you think he's missing.”
“Keran's my younger brother,” Macha began. “We're the only family we have. When we were young, our parents died of sickness, leaving us to fend for ourselves. I did everything I could just to bring home a few scraps for us to eat. I always made sure Keran at least had something. Some nights I would go with nothing. So when he was old enough, Keran decided he would join the templars. He said it was so he could start providing for me, to make sure I always had something every night. I was so proud of him when he was accepted. I knew when he went to the Gallows I wouldn't see him for awhile, but Keran sent me a letter every night with a few coins. I was able to eat and he told me everything he had done that day. But then the letters stopped coming. At first I thought it was because he had become too busy. He told me about how hard training was, but then I started to worry. When I went to the Gallows to ask about him, none of the templars would answer my questions. They refused to help me, and I don't know why. Please, Serah. If you really can help me, then I would be very grateful. I would rather find out my brother is dead than to be stuck in this limbo of unknowing.”
“Hopefully I won't find out he's dead,” said Jordan. “But I will do what I can to figure out what happened to him. You have my word.”
“Oh thank you!” Macha cried out as she hugged Jordan. “You don't know how much this means to me.”
“Yeah, I think I can guess.”
“Perhaps there was more than one reason why you were suppose to pick up that post,” said Sebastian as he smiled at Jordan. “To save my life, and to help this poor woman.”
“Or maybe it's just coincidence.”
“Do you think it's just coincidence that you happened to be here right about the time she came in to seek help? You are doing good things, Hawke. Helping people will get you far.”
“Yes, well... I guess that just makes me a good Samaritan, right?” Jordan gently pushed Macha away. “So you already went to the Gallows? Which templars did you talk to?”
“A lieutenant, I think. Or some high ranking officer. I can't really be for sure.”
“Well, that's no good,” said Jordan. “Officers aren't all that good at spilling secrets.”
“No, but recruits are,” stated Varric. “Most of the information I get comes from them. They don't necessarily know the rules yet, so it's easy to pry information from them.”
“Then that's what we'll do, head to the Gallows and speak to some of the recruits. Don't worry, Macha, I'll find out what happened to your brother, one way or another.”
“Thank you again, Serah,” Macha nodded. “I don't know how I'll repay you for this, but I'll find a way.”
“Just stay strong.”
Seeing that Bethany and Aveline were done, Jordan began making her way out again. Once they were out of the chantry and in the courtyard in front of the Chanters' board, Anders stopped her. “What do you think you're doing?” he asked.
“What do you think you're doing?” she questioned back.
“You're going to help a templar?”
“Exactly. I'm going to help a templar. You don't have to take part if you don't want to. Besides, I'm more helping his sister.”
“Right, so you think you're just going to waltz into the Gallows and start asking questions and not have anyone suspicious of you?”
“When I go to the Gallows, which won't be today, then I'm going without a mage. And if the templars get suspicious, then I'll tell them the truth.”
“You're not going to go to the Gallows without me,” said Anders.
This made Jordan stare at him uncertain. “Do you think that's wise? I know how much you hate templars, and I would prefer for you to not burst into blue flames. That would definitely turn things for the worst.”
“I can control Justice enough to be around templars. That's not what causes him to come out. It's just when I become angry.”
“And what's going to stop you from becoming angry if the recruits say something you don't like, or from what you might see at the Gallows? Mages will be there and it's possible we might see a templar abusing one.”
Anders just stared at her. “That may be true, but I can control my anger.”
“You're going to need someone to go with you,” said Bethany. “And I would prefer it to be Anders.”
“Well you're definitely not going,” Jordan said turning to her. “I don't want you anywhere near templars. Which is probably why I'm going to have you stay home tonight.”
“Wait, what does that mean?” said Anders. “You're not thinking about going to the Gallows tonight, are you? That wouldn't be the best idea. Plus the boats to the Gallows are closed at night.”
“How long have you lived in Kirkwall?” Jordan said turning back to him. “For the Maker's sake, you live in Darktown! Don't tell me you don't know about the sewer system and the hidden tunnels that lead all over Kirkwall. Including the Gallows.”
“I do. But that doesn't mean I know them.”
“Well I do, but just for your information, no, I don't plan on going to the Gallows tonight. I have another appointment. It's, uh... with another templar. An ex-templar.”
“Care to explain?”
Jordan wasn't really sure telling Anders about Feynriel was the best thing, but she did it anyway. He deserved to know, after all, and perhaps he might be able to help. Obviously, he wouldn't be for sending the boy to the Gallows, but maybe he knew a way to help Feynriel out.
“So what you're saying is, that this ex-templar, Samson, is actually helping apostates?” Anders looked at Jordan as if he didn't believe her. “I don't believe it.”
“You don't have to believe it. And whether it's true or not, he's still our best lead at finding the boy. Which we need to do because he may be a danger if we don't.”
“That, I would have to agree with you on. No mage should ever go without some type of guidance. If need be, maybe I could train him, because there's no way we're sending him to the Gallows. They'll hear about the dreams and make him tranquil for sure.”
“Okay, that might be something to think about.”
“And I'm going with you tonight.”
“And why is that?” Jordan asked.
“Because a templar, ex or not, helping apostates... This I have to see.”
“Of course.” Jordan rolled her eyes. “At any rate, Varric, Aveline, care to tag along as well?”
“You know I wouldn't miss anything with you, Hawke,” said Varric.
“As long as you don't have anything else planned today, I'll go to be your nanny,” said Aveline. “I need to head back to the keep anyway. I believe the seneschal needs me to sign a few papers.”
“Go ahead and do that,” Jordan said rubbing her face. “Everyone, go back to your homes and get some rest for tonight. Bethany, you're getting your wish. I'll go home and get some sleep as well. I don't know how long of a night it's going to be, so we might as well prepare for anything.”
***
Despite what she had said to her sister, Jordan found she couldn't rest. Her mind was too active with the events at hand, their discovery of the will, and the fact that she was getting closer to her goal, yet was still far away.
She found herself in Darktown, a place she tended to find herself a lot whenever she wandered. She also found herself going back to the same spot every time. It was a ledge right next to one of the large, cut-out windows that looked over the entrance to Kirkwall harbor. It was a strange place for her to be. There was a sharp drop from the window, straight down into the water below, yet this was one place Jordan felt more at peace than anywhere else. During her first year in Kirkwall, whenever she found she wanted to be alone, she would come here and just sit and stare out at the scene. It was a strange scene that one might not find beautiful. Half of what she looked upon was the other side of the entrance, another shear rock face that went high above the canal and severed as the base for the lower part of Hightown. The other half of the view, however, gave Jordan a perfect picture of the sea. Waves gently rocked over the water's surface, sending up light sprays of salty mist into the air. Seagulls called and glided on the air, spreading their wings far and occasionally dipping into the water and pulling out a fish. Jordan found she could stare at this for hours without knowing. Just letting the scene and the serenity of it take her in as she rested on the ledge.
This she did as she sat on the ledge and pulled her knees to her chest as she stared out at sea. Her mind was finally able to calm, and even though it wasn't exactly the type of rest her sister would have preferred, it was still something.
“This isn't a place I thought I'd find you.”
Jordan took her eyes from the sea to see Anders standing before her. She half smiled at him. “Are you stalking me?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he said as he went to look out the window. “You do come down here a lot.”
“It's not always to see you.” Jordan let down her knees and went to stand next to him. “What are you doing following me anyway? Don't you have patients to attend to?”
“Not at the moment. Besides helping you, it's been a fairly easy day. I took care of a cold, a few broken bones, and a woman who was in premature labor. I was able to stop her contractions and she should be good now. Hopefully I won't see her again for at least two months. And... I wasn't following you. I just happened to spot you wandering through Darktown and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Right,” Jordan teased. “But there's nothing you really need to worry about when it comes to me. I know how to take care of myself.”
“Yeah, I've heard that before,” Anders chuckled. “Just as you had no difficulty with those slavers that attacked you and your sister?”
Jordan mockingly glared at him. “I do better on my own. And I probably worry about Bethany more than I should. But she does the exact same thing to me.”
“Yeah, like her worrying why you don't get enough sleep.” Anders became a little more serious as he looked at her. “Why don't you?”
Jordan was somewhat taken aback by his question. Was there a reason why he was asking it? “Why do you ask?”
“I... Just something that I was wondering.” Anders scratched the back of his head as he looked away from her. “Sometimes you act normal, while other times... I can tell something is troubling you. I think this is one of those times.”
“Okay...”
“Why else would you be here?”
“That's true.” Jordan gazed back out at the sea. There was a few moments of silence between them, the only sounds were that of the gales and waves. “I have bad dreams,” she finally spoke.
“Mm.” Anders seemed to understand as he also gazed out to sea. “So... these dreams are keeping you from sleeping well?”
“I suppose you could say that.”
“Tell me about them.”
“Is there a reason why you're so curious?” Jordan asked.
“I'm curious because maybe I want to try and help you,” said Anders. “If these dreams of yours are making it hard for you to sleep, then talking about them might help.”
Jordan sat back on the ledge, but put her back toward the sea. She stared instead into Darktown, deciding whether or not she should tell him. These dreams were something she rarely talked about, only Bethany really knew anything about them. But Jordan hadn't told her everything.
Anders sat down beside her and waited patiently. His face was kind, caring, and Jordan found she had to look away before she got lost in those brown eyes of his. She then sighed. “I was at Ostagar.”
“Oh...” said Anders as he began to understand more.
“You're a Grey Warden, so you know about the horrors of darkspawn. But it's not really them that I dream about.” Jordan took a deep breath, feeling funny but she decided to continue on. “I had fought darkspawn before that night. Gone into the Wilds in scouting parties and faced them there. My unit, including my brother, and several others were the first to arrive at Ostagar, even before the king. We cleared the ruins of darkspawn, set up camp and the perimeters. So I was at Ostagar for a long time, and everything was going good until that night.”
“I wasn't there, but I heard about it from several accounts.”
“It was... unsettling,” Jordan continued. “Like there was something in the air that didn't make it feel right. King Cailan was so confident, but not even that seemed to settle the nerves going through the army. This battle felt different, and everyone could sense it.” Jordan grew silent for a moment before going on.
“The night was quiet at first. No noise. The wind still, and the gnarled trees more gloomy and ominous than usual. Then there was the mist: thick, eerie, crawling on the ground like it was alive. Inching its way toward us as the darkspawn began to emerge from the trees. It was something I had never really seen before, men frightened beyond anything, a lot of them stepping back as if they were ready to run the other way. It took a lot to keep the ones under my command from deserting. Not just because they were moving back, but because I was just as much. I could feel it, even then, that the battle wasn't going to end the way we wanted it.
“When it started, everything kind of became a blur. I don't really remember much, just blood and death and darkness. It was hard to see, the only light source was the tumbling fireballs that were being launched from the bridge. They would illuminate the area in front of you, but only briefly. It wasn't until the beacon on the tower of Ishal was lit did everything come to the light. One could really see then, and what I saw did not make me feel any better. The beacon was suppose to mean hope, that the flanking assault was coming and we would be saved. But...”
“It never came,” Anders finished.
“When I realized something was horribly wrong, that's when I abandoned everything and sped through the field looking for my brother. I had to find him, get the two of us out of there, and get home. It was the only thing that mattered. So once I found Carver and pulled him away from the fight, we ran straight back to Lothering, never stopping until we made it home.” Jordan stared at the ground, remembering that night. Seeing it in her mind again. “That's what I dream about. Me running through the Ostagar fields, running through death and chaos, looking for someone.”
“Are you looking for your brother?” Anders asked slowly.
“At first I thought I was, but now I'm not so sure. The dream is always the same, and I seem to get a little further in it each night, but I still have yet to see the end. Maybe I don't want to.”
Anders gazed at her intensely, almost as if he were studying something. “You're not tainted. I don't feel anything within you.”
“Don't you think I would have noticed something by now?” Jordan said, raising her eyebrow. “It has been more than a year.”
“True, but the taint is still something we don't understand fully. Probably never will. I just wanted to make sure myself, at least.”
Jordan smiled softly at him. “You know, I'm not really sure why I told you that.”
“Why wouldn't you?”
“I don't know. I've never really told anybody about Ostagar. Not even Bethany knows every detail. Only Carver and I knew the full extent of what happened there. I guess Aveline knows as well, but she doesn't speak about it either. Maybe there's just something wrong with me. I've had other reoccurring dreams besides that one. There were also ones about darkness, and a man laughing. Those were when I was little, and all I can really remember about them was the man's laughter, and him saying the phrase 'the blood is the key.'” Jordan cocked her head over at him. “I'm messed up, aren't I?”
“Very,” said Anders. “You're the most messed-up person I've ever met.”
“Says the mage with a spirit in his head.”
Anders laughed. “That is true. But don't go thinking you're the only one with weird dreams. Grey Wardens can have bad ones about darkspawn. I used to have those, kept me from getting any sleep as well. Eventually they wore off, but now with Justice...”
“I don't think I want to know what he dreams about,” Jordan chuckled.
“To tell you the truth, I'm not even sure sometimes. Spirits see the world differently, and I think that's what those dreams are. His perspective. I don't understand them because... I just can't.”
“Do you ever have regular dreams anymore?”
“Yes.”
“Like what?”
“Like...” He looked her up and down before having to turn his head away, almost seeming embarrassed. “You know, the usual. Killing templars and such.”
“Of course. What every mage dreams about.”
Anders looked back at her. “Do you feel better now?”
“A little. But that doesn't mean the dreams are going to go away.”
“Not right away, no, but it does help to talk.”
“Yeah, it does. Thanks.”
“Just know my door is always open for you,” Anders said as he stood from the ledge. He then started making his way from the area. Jordan didn't really want him to go, but she could tell he was feeling uncomfortable for some reason.
Justice probably doesn't like us talking about him, she thought. Or maybe he dreams about more than just killing templars. Ooh, I hope that's it.
***
“Look who I found brooding about his mansion,” Isabela said as she pushed Fenris in front of Jordan.
“I really wish you wouldn't do that,” Fenris glared.
“Then maybe you shouldn't disappear on us like you did, hmm?”
Jordan shook her head at the two. “Where did you go, Fenris? We really could've used you.”
“I'm sure you managed just fine without me. And where I went is really none of your business.”
“Fine.” Jordan rolled her eyes, not wanting to start any arguments. “I do hope Isabela filled you in on the details?”
“Yes, and the only reason why I've decided to come with you tonight is to make sure this apostate we're after goes where he belongs.”
“You mean locked in the Gallows?” Anders said, unamused.
“Where else do mages belong?” Fenris and Anders locked eyes for a moment. Jordan quickly put herself in between them.
“Now now, boys, it's too early in the night to start fighting each other. Save it for if we really need it.” She smiled broadly at both of them and didn't move until she saw them both back down.
Once everyone was ready, Jordan lead them out of the Hanged Man. Chance quickly took a place at her side, having come with her instead of Bethany. It was for the same reason why Merrill wasn't with them either. Despite the fact this Samson they were meeting with was an ex-templar with a reputation for helping mages, Jordan didn't want to take any chances. Anders was only there because he was stubborn, and refused to let them go without him. He had to see this templar helping mages for himself.
Their group mainly stuck to the shadows as they went down the Lowtown streets. It was darker than usual, with a cloud-covered sky, making the shadows longer. Jordan lead the way to the Darktown entrance, Aveline right next to her with Anders and Varric in the middle and Fenris and Isabela taking the rear. When they reached the area Vincento said they would find Samson, at first Jordan didn't see anyone. The area was dark and quiet. Chance then started to growl as he stared at the shadows in between two buildings. Knowing he was spotted, a man then came out and nodded towards them.
“I thought I'd get company tonight,” he said. “You must be Hawke. Vincento said you may stop by.”
“So he warned you about me?” Jordan asked.
“Only told me to be cautious, but I didn't really have anything to fear from you.” The man came fully out of the shadows, and Jordan startled a little at his appearance. He was pale, sickly looking with sunken in cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and thin hair. The stubble upon his chin was uneven, and he appeared starved.
“Are you going to tell me what I need to know, then?” Jordan asked, composing herself.
“I'll tell you whatever you want to know about Feynriel, but first... you'll need to pay the price.”
Jordan snorted. “How much?”
“Five vials of the blue stuff should do it. Yes. That should last me a few days.”
“Blue stuff?”
“He means lyrium,” said Anders. “Templars are addicted to the stuff.”
“It's not like I want to be,” Samson glared. “And I know you have some. No mage I ever knew went about without it.”
Jordan and Anders shared a glance. No surprise to them really that Samson knew Anders was a mage. “Do you have five vials you could spare?” she asked him.
“I really shouldn't,” Anders grumbled. “I should make him succumb to the tortures of lyrium withdrawal.” He produced the vials anyway and handed them off to Samson. Taking the vials almost greedily, Samson pocketed four of them, then drank down the fifth in one shot.
“Oh,” he sighed. “That's better.”
“Are you going to be okay?” said Jordan.
“The Chantry says they give us lyrium to help fight the magickers, but I think it's more of a way to control us. Sure you can leave the Order whenever you wish, but you become addicted to the stuff, and withdrawal will leave you a drooling imbecile who won't even get up out of your own filth. I've seen it, and I don't plan on becoming like that.”
“So is that what you do?” said Anders. “Do you demand the apostates you 'save' give you lyrium before you do whatever with them?”
“You make it sound as if I don't want to help them. That I'm only in it for the lyrium. That's not necessarily true. I left the Order because I couldn't stand how Meredith was treating the mages.”
“Meredith? The knight-commander?” Jordan said surprised.
“Yeah, she and I didn't see eye to eye. So I guess you could say I'm more of a 'thrown-out' templar. Makes no difference to me. I helped children who were just learning about their magical gift, scared and unsure. Or at least that's what I thought I was doing.”
“Care to explain?”
“When Meredith threw me out, I was well on my way on becoming one of those drooling imbeciles. I was down in Darktown, barely having the will to move before a man named Danzig found me and gave me what I needed. The lyrium woke me and when I had my senses back, he made a deal with me. If I wanted the lyrium to continue to flow, all I needed to do was help him smuggle apostates out of the city. I went ahead and agreed, my mind more on getting more lyrium than anything else. But I also did it as a way to give Meredith the fat finger. Little did I know I was actually doing a lot worse. Danzig was a mage and a Tevinter. I found out too late what he was really doing with the apostates I was sending his way.”
“You mean Danzig's a slaver?” Jordan heaved. “Great. Please don't tell me you sent Feynriel to him!”
“I'm afraid I did, and it wasn't until I sent one last apostate girl to Danzig after Feynriel, did I finally learn the truth. It's the reason why I'm asking for lyrium. I cut myself off from Danzig, which means I need to get the stuff on my own now. Figured I'd still help apostates get out of the city, but now I'll need to charge them. Either lyrium or coin.”
“I pity any mage who is forced to rely on you for protection,” Anders sneered.
“I do what I have to in order to survive. If I can't get lyrium from Danzig or the Order anymore, then I'll get it from the Carta. The only problem is they want coin.”
“Well, we gave you what you asked for,” said Jordan. “Now tell us where Feynriel is. And it better not be too late.”
“I don't think it's too late, but I can only direct you to a quays warehouse I sent him. It's close to dockside. If you don't find him there, hopefully you may find a clue to where they took him next. I'm not exactly sure how Danzig smuggles slaves out, but I do know he doesn't do it by boat. Or at least not out of the Kirkwall harbor. Which is why I believe it's not too late.”
“Thanks for your help. We'll go straight to the docks tonight.”
“See if maybe you can help that girl too,” said Samson as he started making his way back into the shadows. “I regret helping her, but that's for a different reason.”
“I'll see what I can do.” Jordan nodded to him before he disappeared completely, then started her way toward the docks.
“So we're off to a warehouse now?” said Isabela. “Do you think if this Danzig person does have a ship, we might be able to look at it?”
“You heard Samson,” said Jordan. “He doesn't think he takes the mages by boat. So I doubt he has one.”
“I can still wish, can't I?”
“This trip may actually be more beneficial than I thought,” Fenris mused, and Jordan saw the hint of a smile on his face.
“Eager to get your hands on some slavers?” she asked.
“I'm always willing to take any slavers out. Especially if the slaver happens to be a mage.”
“Then I'll let him be all yours, how about that?”
Fenris's smile widened, and a gleam shined in his eyes.
“I just hope we're not too late to save Feynriel and that girl,” said Anders as he looked straight forward. “No mage should have to go through something like this just to be free.”
“Don't worry, Anders, we'll find them,” Jordan assured. “I promised Arianni I'd get her son back. I'm not about ready to break it just because a Tevinter slaver may have his hands on him.”

Paraphrasing from Dragon age 2
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